You know, why at the end of your life should you assemble thousands of pages of 'Why am I so sad, why am I so depressed?' Instead, assemble thousands of pages of why you're so content.

I'll be here waiting, till there's nothing left to wait for.

I don't think you can come into your wisdom until you have made mistakes on your own skin and felt them in reality of your own life.

If you are given only one opportunity to speak, be certain your voice is heard.

If I am a trader, and I know you have got ample stocks, why should I buy?

I often looked upon Walt Whitman's poem "O Me O Life" as my inspiration for life. But now I realize that I have no chance of making my mark on the world. And so if you are not remembered... What's the point.